This story is the fifteenth in a series of explorations for my upcoming novel, Still Nameless (Kifo Island #8), which I will be drafting in July.
Take a story you’ve written before and write it again from a different point of view.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Marilyn just stares at her for a few seconds, then goes back to her incoherent scribbling. She’s gripping the marker so hard, it’s tearing the fine pages.
The book was a gift from Mom. But she can’t say that to her half-sister, not when Marilyn’s mother is dead. Not that Marilyn would be likely to understand, anyway – she has that look of being high, and there’s a foul stink in the air; something acrid burning. She’s already sribbled all over herself, her dolls, the sheets, and the wall. She’s naked, the trackmarks hidden by the ink.
And she’s destroying Ophelia’s home – and her life – in indelible ways.
How will Ophelia react?
Can she erase Marilyn’s destruction?
Is there any hope for Marilyn?
Come back tomorrow for another installment, and we can explore this new story seed together!